Draco looked over the table at Hermione and Abby, worried. They hadn't got much sleep last night. He asked Abby what her mum might have been doing and she said,

"She was walking from the hall to the couch, so I'm guessing she had just tucked me in."

"So you might have been there?"

"Yes. But if I was I wouldn't be for long." Then Hermione come into the conversation.

"Why are we taking this seriously?"

"Hermione, did I ever tell you that, on my mother's side, I have Seers blood?"

"No."

"Well now you know. Has she had any other weird dreams lately?"

"Just ones every month or so."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't know that they were important!"

"Okay Abby, what were they about?"

"All kinds of things. Some past, some future and once, present."

"What one?"

"Muggles, they were screaming and they had the same symptoms as Mum. But I didn't see all of it, but I know that it was happening because I had a really weird feeling in my stomach, like I'd eaten worms for tea. And the next day, I heard Mum and Meg, a lady from Mum's old work, talking about killings."

"Mya, were these the Rihannon's?" Draco asked, turning towards her.

"Yes. Why? Oh no! But why me? They wouldn't be back though would they?"

"I don't know."

--

Six years ago

Draco was walking around muggle London, on a job from the Order. He was looking for things. You couldn't call them people anymore, the things they had done. He turned a corner and came across an old boot. He picked it up and felt the familiar wrenching. He cursed. He couldn't let go now. When he had reached his destination he started to look around himself, and cursed again. He knew exactly where he was. Voldemort's hide-out. It was dark and dank, matching the owner amazingly well. Draco walked to the hall and heard some type of party going on down the hall and to the right. He walked until he reached the room where the noise was coming from and got himself geared up for a Death Eater meeting. Got himself dressed up in a long cloak that hit the floor then put the metal mask over his face. And lastly he pulled up the hood to cover his tell-tale hair. Psyched himself up and walked in like he owned the place. The Death Eaters were having some type of party. Voldemort was standing in the middle of the room, his arms waving around to emphasize his words. Draco edged closer.

"It will happen tonight! At 11:20 when they least expect it, we will creep upon Hogwarts and attack the Hufflepuff's Common Room first. They're the weakest and therefore we can use them as hostages for the ransom I want, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger." He said the last name with more loathing than the others. Muggle-borns sickened him.

With that, Draco left as fast as he came.

End

Draco woke up in a cold sweat with a house-elf shaking him awake.

"It's Miss Abby Sir! Miss Abby!"

"What?" Draco leapt out of bed and ran through the door only to find Hermione fruitlessly trying to wake Abby.

"Move Mya, Blaise did this last time." He raised his wand and muttered 'Dissleeportia'. Abby jerked awake as fast as last time and started to cry.

"It's happening now!" she wailed and trying to move, but couldn't because Hermione had smothered her with a hug. Abby calmed down finally, but by that time both Draco and Hermione were in the bed, one on either side of Abby, worried sick. They fell asleep that way.

"Mmm."

'What?' Draco was sure he didn't have any late night visitors over last night.

A hand swung over and hit in the stomach. Hard.

"Hmmph!" He was winded.

"Oh my god!" someone said beside him. He finally opened his eyes at the sound of the voice. Hermione was sitting up, staring at him with a horrified expression on her face. Then comprehension dawned on her.

"Where's Abby?" Draco asked pleasantly

"Good question. I only just woke up. Did we fall asleep like this?"

"Yep."

"Where could she be?"

"Maybe she got Tinka to make breakfast for her."

"Tinka?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"House-elf." Was the answer. Her eyes narrowed at the thought.

"We should get dressed and get breakfast ourselves."

Just then the door banged open and in came running Abby, giggling her head off and yelling:

"You can't catch me! You aren't allowed in here!" and continued to jump on the bed and burrow under the covers.

"Draco do you realize that its 10am? And that your daughter is a very cunning little minx?" Blaise asked leaning on the doorframe.

"10am! Crap! Thanks for the compliment." He replied and got out of bed and ran through the door he had charmed there.

"So, Mya do you like to live like this?"

"Yes, as long as you don't even think about coming in this room, I'll be fine." A smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she remembered saying those exact words, only to find him practically sprinting into the room after her.

"Now, now Mya. We have kids and I'm married. Can't be thinking like that anymore. About marriages, when are you and Draco tying the knot? For your daughter's benefit of course."

"We haven't thought about it at all." She answered and proceeded to get out of bed. At this movement Blaise's eyes widened. She was wearing a silk nightgown that barely covered her bum, completed with lace around the neckline.

"What? Now I can't wear what I want to bed?" she asked arching her brow for the second time that day.

"It's just I thought Draco would be all over you, if he saw you wearing that."

"We had more important things on our mind."

"What?"

"Abby had a dream that she said was happening at that moment."

"Yes, the Collin's were found murdered in their homes last night at 2am in the morning."

"They would have put up a fight."

"No signs of struggle and no wands in reachable distance. I'd say the attackers plan what they're doing down to the last second, so that the victims are defenseless." Blaise said grimly. This was getting to be a more and more complicated case as the days wore on.